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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ameer Vann
Ameer Vann
Vocals
Dom McLennon
Dom McLennon
Vocals
Kevin Abstract
Kevin Abstract
Vocals
Matthew Champion
Matthew Champion
Vocals
Russell Boring
Russell Boring
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ameer Vann
Ameer Vann
Songwriter
Dominique Simpson
Dominique Simpson
Songwriter
Ian Simpson
Ian Simpson
Songwriter
Matthew Champion
Matthew Champion
Songwriter
Russell Boring
Russell Boring
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bearface
Bearface
Producer
Kevin Abstract
Kevin Abstract
Creative Director
Romil Hemnani
Romil Hemnani
Producer
Russell Boring
Russell Boring
Mixing Engineer

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La-di-da-di-da-di-da Do I trust 'em? Probably not I think that y'all prolly fraud, I think that my brain is fried La-di-da-di-da-di-da Do not turn my volume down Do not bring your friends around, only few I'm holding down La-di-da-di-da-di-da Do I trust 'em? Probably not I think that y'all prolly fraud, I think that my brain is fried La-di-da-di-da-di-da Do not turn my volume down Do not bring your friends around, only few I'm holding down Hi, I live a wonderful life Should've died twice, wonder who on my side Life always better keepin' two on the side Need no music when my niggas arrive We in Van Nuys, black van with some white guys Keep your hand out, waitin' for the appropriate time They ask a question like "Could you perform at my best friend's birthday party?" "With your friends and go crazy, just bring the shotty" "Bring the loud one with the blonde hair" Makin' out with Zayn in a lawn chair They kicked me out, but I belong here Hear these songs, nigga, see this long hair, see these videos Direct these hoes with no budgets though How the fuck did I land a fuckin' TV show? Met all my friends through Kanye West and I ain't met him yet La-di-da-di-da-di-da Do I trust 'em? Probably not I think that y'all prolly fraud, I think that my brain is fried La-di-da-di-da-di-da Do not turn my volume down Do not bring your friends around, only few I'm holding down Just shaved down to the baby face Clothes on me, guess it's Holiday Fried, no sides at the restaurant My sleep schedule like the power here, it's never on Feelin' like the past year a whole escapade (uh-oh) Four cars, need a motherfuckin' Escalade Pack it up like a clown car (honk, honk) Bet you know my name from here to Hong Kong, bet I get along Make some commas, karma, come on, watch 'em sing along Ayy, err, err, butter knife like dancin' on a knuckle In the thunder car, rocked up in the Lumma Incidental, I be better by the summer I be better by the winter, I be hoppin' in the rental Maybe Tesla for all my missus sittin' in the Volvo, damn Shoot 'em down like, hmmm, sorry, do it all here La-di-da-di-da-di-da Do I trust 'em? Probably not I think that y'all prolly fraud, I think that my brain is fried La-di-da-di-da-di-da Do not turn my volume down Do not bring your friends around, only few I'm holding down La-di-da-di-da-di-da Do I trust 'em? Probably not I think that y'all prolly fraud, I think that my brain is fried La-di-da-di-da-di-da Do not turn my volume down Do not bring your friends around, only few I'm holding down I'm moonwalkin' on the sun, hot I used to live where the guns popped Made some records then we moved out Turned rap into the new pop Bandana, I'm the new Pac I been blowin' up, I can't stop They need my niggas in the White House I do business with the white folks Bring that money back to black folks Flip it, stimulate the cash flow Economic, but I speak ebonics L.A. turned me to an asshole I been shoppin' down on Melrose Still a nigga but I'm livin' different I been lookin' at the bigger picture So I don't hear 'em when they talkin' to me I just want a friend to fall in love with Maybe someone I can binge drugs with Livin' like a prince but I'm dove-less Playin' my emotions, you a dumb bitch Everybody talkin' on some gun shit They don't even know where to bust it Cry, nigga, gotta fuckin' kick back Gotta leave those soft niggas at the kickback Splittin' all my problems like a Kit-Kat I finessed the night that we slipped up I could let you know where I'm next at Tell my baby girl where the brakes at You know I got number one pick stats Catch me on the field, it's a mismatch More like an eclipse, she couldn't miss that Puttin' my appearance where my chips at La-di-da-di-da-di-da Do I trust 'em? Probably not I think that y'all prolly fraud, I think that my brain is fried La-di-da-di-da-di-da Do not turn my volume down Do not bring your friends around, only few I'm holding down La-di-da-di-da-di-da Do I trust 'em? Probably not I think that y'all prolly fraud, I think that my brain is fried La-di-da-di-da-di-da Do not turn my volume down Do not bring your friends around, only few I'm holding down La-di-da-di-da-di-da (La-di-da-di-da-di-da, do-walla, do-walla-walla, do-walla) La-di-da-di-da-di-da (La-di-da-di-da-di-da, do-walla, do-walla-walla, do-walla) La-di-da-di-da-di-da (La-di-da-di-da-di-da, do-walla, do-walla-walla, do-walla)
Writer(s): Russell Evan Boring, Clifford Simpson, Ameer Vann, Dominique Simpson, Romil Hemnani, Matthew Garrett Champion, Ciaran Mcdonald Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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